#celestial torrent

[dazaisensei]

@celestial-torrent​

“Ah!” Dazai pressed a bandaged hand to his forehead and struck a dramatic pose as he made that noise. The lady was exactly on time, but Dazai was impatient. When he finally saw her he tried to make himself as obvious as possible, or perhaps he was just attention hungry. Dazai ran over to the young girl and bowed in front of her. 

Around most women he met he was as terrible as the devil, but the girl in front of him was far too young he thought of her the way he did the young Kyouka and Atsushi. “I heard you were the type who did jobs for money. I’m a private detective working a very dangerous case right now, and as you can see I’m not good for muscle. It’s a shame I have such skinny, feminine good looks.” He flexed suddenly, but it barely made a difference in his skinny arm. His entire body was lithe. As he wiggled back and forth to demonstrate, he looked more snake than man. 

“That’s why I was wondering if I could hire you as a bodyguard. You see there’s someone targeting me as I investigate this case.” Dazai said as he pulled back his sleeve revealing that his bandages traveled all the way up his arm. “Just a warning, I’m very danger prone, tee hee hee.” 

[guidinggospel]

Days passed, life went on, and nothing changed.

Lucifer still woke up everyday under the same roof that had become so familiar, yet still felt so fleeting. He still rose with the sun, still crept quietly outside when everyone was still asleep, and still tended to his flourishing garden, losing himself in the tedium of weeding and pruning until one of the house’s inhabitants eventually came to find him.

He would be reminded that this new situation was very real, that there were others here, that he wasn’t alone. Yet, Lucifer didn’t want to get used to it. Pleasant surprises were easier to bear than rude awakenings. If he expected nothing, he couldn’t be disappointed.

Or so he hoped.

So Lucifer continued with his routine with that in mind.

Of course, Spirale City seemed to enjoy reminding Lucifer of how unreal his situation was. This time, the reminder came in the form of a certain captain of a certain airship, guided here by winds unknown, her footsteps falling on the white cobble of the residential area of the Archimedes Ward.

Even without his power, Lucifer could recognize her presence from miles away. He looked up slowly, turning back to face her, surprise evident on his features.

“...Singularity?”

@celestial-torrent

[lightoball]

@celestial-torrent!

        there was a thing humans had done before, and they had decided to try it out too. they had done that, they wore the flowers fixed together on their heads and around their paws. Pikachu and a Pidgey he knew well copied their actions — from the grass, they picked the white flowers, just like those they had watched and sat down putting them together. though they hadn’t figured out exactly how the Trainers kept the flowers together in a line to wear, it had become like a game and they were enjoying themselves anyway. hearing a rustle, his ears twitched and looked around, expecting another forest friend to emerge and join them, but found instead a pretty girl. and she didn’t look like any Trainer they had seen before (but Pidgey flew away out of surprise).

[guidinggospel]

trouble-prone primarch

@celestial-torrent​

Lucifer had not been designed to take sides. He had been created as a neutral arbiter, an impartial judge whose obligations were to the skies, and the skies alone. Anything and everything else within those skies had to be left to take their course. His purpose was to preside over the natural order, and intervention from a god-like being would only disturb that order, tip the scales far in the favour of one side, and lead to an artificial outcome.

So when faced with this new predicament, Lucifer was determined to remain neutral as he always had.

Of course, nothing was ever so easy, and in the blink of an eye, Lucifer not only found himself in an environment far-removed from the Archimedes ward that he had just grown accustomed to, but also on the business end of several sharp weapons.

“You! You’re not welcome in the Kingdom of Xalphina!”

“...What?”

The warriors in question were decidedly not very mortal-looking, some garbed in what appeared to be scale armour, some with claws and tails, others sporting antennae and butterfly wings. A winged one spoke up next, his voice calmer than the draconic woman threatening Lucifer.

“He certainly looks like a human, doesn’t he? But he feels somewhat different. A shapeshifter, maybe? Perhaps an Opalarian spy who tried to imitate us Faekin.”

The words meant nothing to Lucifer, though it was easy to tell that his position wasn’t a favourable one.

“If I may, I mean no harm. I come in peace--”

“Silence! You can tell your story to the authorities!”

“...”

A difficult situation indeed. The commotion had already attracted the attention of many townspeople, and other soldiers had entered the scene. Fighting wasn’t absolutely out of the question; Lucifer had come out victorious in previous skirmishes where he had been grossly outnumbered, but that had been when he had had the power of the supreme primarch.

Now, without even a single pair of wings to fly away with, he could only wonder whether engaging in combat was truly the best choice. 

Perhaps simply giving into the authorities was the safest course of action for now. Lucifer would have to figure out what to do after...